fragments(half way through)

a touch, a breath, a thought
half way through—
you’ll never cross the lines
of your defining zone.
and I expand beyond I break
the trembling moon’s horizon,
past the midday sun,
past darkness of the darkest night,
until I find the land of Fairy Tales,
where all the mirrors tell the Truth

©4/17/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya